a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we can only engage in such a way
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.Thank you, Jack
yes
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
or never left
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so at the end
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
autonomy of learning
so an active mazelike process
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls